the bubble

How do I start? How do I describe what I see and what I feel? What are my fears?
From here everything is very different. It is really like seeing everything from a cloud, oblivious to what exists. Disappeared. Nothing looks like nothing. Responsibility.
Course? I know what the course is, I've always known. I once heard, "the child is dead, it is time for the adult to fulfill his dreams". That's the journey, isn't it? To fulfill dreams, or to project them, that is, to be able to project my dreams, so that you can know them and if you want to tell me yours. My journey is that one day I will see my dreams in sheets, or bytes.
A big hug Henry Simon.